SONG 1: Dixie Land VERSE 1: I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. In Dixie Land whar' I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin', Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. CHORUS: Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land, I'll take my stand To lib and die in Dixie; Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie, Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie. VERSE 2: Old Missus marry Will, de weaber, Willium was a gay deceaber; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. But when he put his arm around 'er He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. VERSE 3: His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber, But dat did not seem to greab 'er; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Old Missus acted the foolish part, And died for a man dat broke her heart, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. VERSE 4: Now here's a health to the next Old Missus, And all the gals dat want to kiss us; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. But if you want to drive 'way sorrow, Come and hear dis song to-morrow, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. VERSE 5: Dar's buck-wheat cakes an' Ingen' batter, Makes you fat or a little fatter; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Den hoe it down an' scratch your grabble, To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. SONG 2: Listen to the Mocking-Bird VERSE 1: I'm dreaming now of Hallie, sweet Hallie, sweet Hallie, I'm dreaming now of Hallie, For the thought of her is one that never dies; She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley, She's sleeping in the valley, And the mockingbird is singing where she lies. CHORUS: Listen to the mockingbird, Listen to the mockingbird, The mockingbird still singing o'er her grave; Listen to the mockingbird, Listen to the mockingbird, Still singing where the weeping willows wave. VERSE 2: Ah! well I yet remember, remember, remember, Ah! well I yet remember, When we gathered in the cotton, side by side; 'Twas in the mild September, September, September, 'Twas in the mild September, And the mockingbird was singing far and wide. VERSE 3: When the charms of spring awaken, awaken, awaken, When the charms of spring awaken, And the mockingbird is singing on the bough, I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken, I feel like one forsaken, Since my Hallie is no longer with me now. SONG 3: Just Before the Battle, Mother VERSE 1: Just before the battle, Mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching, With the enemy in view. Comrades brave around me lying, Filled with tho'ts of home and God; For well they know that on the morrow Some will sleep beneath the sod. CHORUS: Farewell, Mother, you may never (you may never, Mother) Press me to your heart again; But, oh, you'll not forget me, Mother, (you'll not forget me) If I'm numbered with the slain. VERSE 2: Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight; Now may God protect us, Mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the "Battle Cry of Freedom", How it swells upon the air; Oh, yes, we'll rally round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there. SONG 4: The Evening Bell VERSE 1: Hark! the pealing, softly stealing, Evening bell, Sweetly echoed down the dell. VERSE 2: Welcome, welcome is thy music, Silv'ry bell, Sweetly telling day's farewell. SONG 5: The Dearest Spot VERSE 1: The dearest spot on earth to me, Is home, sweet home; The fairy land I've longed to see Is home, sweet home; There how charmed the sense of hearing, There where hearts are so endearing; All the world is not so cheering As home, sweet home. CHORUS: The dearest spot on earth to me, Is home, sweet home; The fairy land I've longed to see Is home, sweet home. VERSE 2: I've taught my heart the way to prize My home, sweet home; I've learned to look with lover's eyes On home, sweet home; There where vows are truly plighted, There where hearts are so united; All the world besides I've slighted For home, sweet home. SONG 6: Juanita VERSE 1: Soft o'er the fountain, Ling'ring falls the southern moon; Far o'er the mountain, Breaks the day too soon! In thy dark eyes' splendor, Where the warm light loves to dwell, Weary looks, yet tender, Speak their fond farewell. Nita! Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part! Nita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart. VERSE 2: When in thy dreaming, Moons like these shall shine again, And daylight beaming, Prove thy dreams are vain, Wilt thou not, relenting, For thine absent lover sigh? In thy heart consenting To a prayer gone by? Nita! Juanita! Let me linger by thy side! Nita! Juanita! Be my own fair bride! SONG 7: Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep VERSE 1: Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For Thou, O Lord, hast pow'r to save. I know Thou wilt not slight my call, For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; CHORUS: And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. VERSE 2: And such the trust that still were mine, Tho' stormy winds sweep o'er the brine, Or though the tempest's fiery breath Rouse me from sleep to wreck and death, In ocean cave still safe with Thee, The germ of immortality; SONG 8: Long, Long Ago VERSE 1: Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, Long, long ago; Sing me the songs I delighted to hear, Long, long ago, long ago. Now you are come, all my grief is removed, Let me forget that so long you have roved, Let me believe that you love as you loved, Long, long ago, long ago. VERSE 2: Do you remember the path where we met, Long, long ago, Long, long ago? Ah, yes, you told me you ne'er would forget, Long, long ago, long ago. Then, to all others, my smile you preferred, Love, when you spoke, gave a charm to each word, Still my heart treasures the praises I heard, Long, long ago, long ago. VERSE 3: Tho' by your kindness my fond hopes were raised, Long, long ago, Long, long ago, You by more eloquent lips have been praised, Long, long ago, long ago. But by long absence your truth has been tried, Still to your accents I listen with pride, Blest as I was when I sat by your side, Long, long ago, long ago. SONG 9: Robin Adair VERSE 1: What's this dull town to me? Robin's not near; What was't I wished to see, What wished to hear? Where's all the joy and mirth That made this town a heav'n on earth? Oh! they're all fled with thee, Robin Adair. VERSE 2: What made th' assembly shine? Robin Adair; What made the ball so fine? Robin was there; What, when the play was o'er, What made my heart so sore? Oh! it was parting with Robin Adair. VERSE 3: But now thou'rt cold to me, Robin Adair; But now thou'rt cold to me, Robin Adair; Yet him I loved so well, Still in my heart shall dwell, Oh! I can ne'er forget Robin Adair. SONG 10: Loves' Old Sweet Song VERSE 1: Once in the dear dead days beyond recall, When on the world the mists began to fall, Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng, Low to our hearts love sang an old sweet song; And in the dusk, where fell the firelight gleam, Softly it wove itself into our dream. CHORUS: Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low, And the flick'ring shadows softly come and go; Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long, Still to us at twilight comes love's old song, Comes love's old sweet song. VERSE 2: Even today we hear love's song of yore, Deep in our hearts it dwells forevermore, Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way, Still we can hear it at the close of day; So till the end, when life's dim shadows fall, Love will be found the sweetest song of all. SONG 11: Darling Nelly Gray VERSE 1: Thre's a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore, Where I've whiled many happy hours away, A-sitting and a-singing by the little cottage door Where lived my darling Nelly Gray. CHORUS 1-2: O my darling Nelly Gray, they have taken you away, And I'll never see my darling any more; I'm sitting by the river and I'm weeping all the day, For you've gone from the old Kentucky shore. VERSE 2: When the moon had climbed the mountain, and the stars were shining too, Then I'd take my darling Nelly Gray, And we'd float down the river in my little red canoe, While my banjo sweetly I would play. VERSE 3: My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way; Hark! there's somebody knocking at the door; O I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray, Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. CHORUS 3: O my darling Nelly Gray, up in heaven there, they say, That they'll never take you from me any more; I'm a-coming--coming--coming, as the angels clear the way, Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. SONG 12: How Can I Leave Thee VERSE 1: How can I leave thee! How can I from thee part! Thou only hast my heart, Dear one, believe. Thou hast this soul of mine So closely bound to thine, No other can I love Save thee alone! VERSE 2: Blue is a flow'r-et Called the Forget-me-not, Wear it upon thy heart, And think of me! Flow'ret and hope may die, Yet love with us shall stay, That cannot pass away, Dear one, believe. VERSE 3: Would I a bird were! Soon at thy side to be, Falcon nor hawk would fear, Speeding to thee. When by the fowler slain, I at thy feet should lie, Thou sadly shouldst complain, Joyful I'd die. SONG 13: My Maryland VERSE 1: The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland, my Maryland! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland, my Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle-queen of yore, Maryland, my Maryland! VERSE 2: Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland, my Maryland! My Mother State, to thee I kneel! Maryland, my Maryland! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! VERSE 3: Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland, my Maryland! Thy gleaming sword shall never rust, Maryland, my Maryland! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard's warlike thrust, And all thy slumbers with the just, Maryland, my Maryland! SONG 14: Annie Laurie VERSE 1: Maxwelton's braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And 'twas there that Annie Laurie Gave me her promise true; Gave me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be, CHORUS: And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I'd lay me down and dee. VERSE 2: Her brow is like the snaw-drift, Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on; That e'er the sun shone on, And dark blue is her e'e, VERSE 3: Like dew on th' gowan lying Is th' fa' o' her fairy feet, And like winds in summer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet; Her voice is low and sweet, And she's a' the world to me, SONG 15: Hail Columbia! VERSE 1: Hail, Columbia, happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heav'n-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone, Enjoyed the peace your valor won. Let independence be our boast, Ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies. CHORUS: Firm, united,let us be, Rallying round our liberty; As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find. VERSE 2: Immortal patriots! rise once more, Defend your rights, defend your shore; Let no rude foe with impious hand, Let no rude foe with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies, Of toil and blood the well-earned prize. While off'ring peace, sincere and just, In heav'n we place a manly trust, That Truth and Justice will prevail, And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail. VERSE 3: Sound, sound the trump of fame! Let Washington's great name Ring thro' the world with loud applause, Ring thro' the world with loud applause; Let ev'ry clime to freedom dear Listen with a joyful ear. With equal skill, with God-like pow'r, He governs in the fearful hour Of horrid war; or guides with ease The happier times of honest peace. VERSE 4: Behold the Chief who now commands, Once more to serve his country stands, The rock on which the storm will beat, The rock on which the storm will beat; But armed in virtue, firm and true, His hopes are fixed on heav'n and you. When hope was sinking in dismay, when gloom obscured Columbia's day, His steady mind, from changes free, Resolved on death or liberty. SONG 16: Ben Bolt VERSE 1: Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone, They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone. VERSE 2: Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt, Which stood at the foot of the hill, Together we've lain in the noon-day shade, And listened to Appleton's mill. The mill-wheel has fallen to pieces, Ben Bolt, The rafters have tumbled in, And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you gaze, Has followed the olden din, And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you gaze, Has followed the olden din. VERSE 3: And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, With the master so kind and so true, And the shaded nook by the running brook, Where the fairest wild flow'rs grew? Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt, The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then, There are only you and I, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then, There are only you and I. VERSE 4: There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt, They have changed from the old to the new; But I feel in the depths of my spirit the truth, There never was change in you. Twelve months twenty have past, Ben Bolt, Since first we were friends--yet I hail Thy presence a blessing, thy friendship a truth, Ben Bolt of the salt-sea gale, Thy presence a blessing, thy friendship a truth, Ben Bolt of the salt-sea gale! SONG 17: Kathleen Mavourneen VERSE 1: Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking, The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill; The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking; Kathleen Mavourneen, what! slumb'ring still? Kathleen Mavourneen, what! slumb'ring still? Or hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh! hast thou forgotten this day we must part? CHORUS: It may be for years, and it may be forever; Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart? It may be for years, and it may be forever; Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen? VERSE 2: Kathleen Mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers; The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light; Ah! where is the spell that once hung on my numbers? Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night; Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night! Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling, To think that from Erin and thee I must part! SONG 18: The Old Oaken Bucket VERSE 1: How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And ev'ry loved spot which my infancy knew: The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the dairyhouse nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well. CHORUS: The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket that hung in the well. VERSE 2: That moss-covered bucket I hailed as a treasure. For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell. Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. VERSE 3: How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Tho' filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now, far removed from the loved habitation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well. SONG 19: Good-Bye, My Lover, Good-Bye VERSE 1: The ship goes sailing down the bay, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! We may not meet for many a day, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! My heart will evermore be true, Tho' now we sadly say adieu; Oh, kisses sweet I leave with you, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! CHORUS: The ship goes sailing down the bay, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! 'Tis sad to tear my heart away, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! VERSE 2: I'll miss you on the stormy deep, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! What can I do but ever weep, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! My heart is broken with regret, But never dream that I'll forget; I loved you once, I love you yet, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! VERSE 3: Then cheer up till we meet again, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! I'll try to bear my weary pain, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! Tho' far I roam across the sea, My ev'ry thought of you shall be; Oh, say you'll sometimes think of me, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! SONG 20: To Thy Pastures Fair and Large VERSE 1: To Thy pastures fair and large, Heavenly Shepherd lead Thy charge, And my couch with tenderest care, 'Mid the springing grass prepare. VERSE 2: When I faint with summer's heat, Thou shalt guide my weary feet, To the streams that still and slow, Thro' the verdant meadows flow. SONG 21: We're Tenting To-Night VERSE 1: We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground, Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts, a song of home, And friends we love so dear. CHORUS: Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, Wishing for the war to cease; Many are the hearts looking for the right, To see the dawn of peace. Tenting tonight, Tenting tonight, Tenting on the old camp ground. (last chorus: Dying tonight, Dying tonight, Dying on the old camp ground.) VERSE 2: We've been tenting tonight on the old camp ground, Thinking of days gone by, Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand, And the tear that said "good-bye!" VERSE 3: We are tired of war on the old camp ground, Many are dead and gone, Of the brave and true who've left their homes, Others been wounded long. VERSE 4: We've been fighting today on the old camp ground, Many are lying near; Some are dead and some are dying, Many are in tears. SONG 22: Uncle Ned (page 16) VERSE 1: There was an old darky and his name was Uncle Ned, And he died long ago, long ago; He had no wool on the top of his head, In the place where the wool ought to grow. CHORUS: Then lay down the shovel and the hoe, Hang up the fiddle and the bow; For there's no more work for poor old Ned, He's gone where the good darkies go. VERSE 2: His fingers were long as the cane in the brake, And he had no eyes for to see; And he had no teeth for to eat a hoe-cake, So he had to let the hoe-cake be. VERSE 3: One cold, frosty morning, old Ned died, Massa's tears they fell like the rain; For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground, He'd never see his like again. SONG 23: The Soldier's Farewell VERSE 1: Ah, love, how can I leave thee? The sad thought deep doth grieve me; But know, whate'er befalls me, I go where honor calls me. CHORUS: Farewell, farewell, my own true love! Farewell, farewell, my own true love! VERSE 2: No more shall I behold thee, Or to my heart enfold thee; In war's array appearing, The foe's stern hosts are nearing. VERSE 3: I'll think of thee with longing, When tho'ts with tears come thronging; And on the field, if lying, I'll breathe thy dear name, dying. SONG 24: My Bonnie VERSE 1: My Bonnie is over the ocean, My Bonnie is over the sea, My Bonnie is over the ocean, O bring back my Bonnie to me. CHORUS: Bring back, bring back, Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me; Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me. VERSE 2: O blow, ye winds, over the ocean, And blow, ye winds, over the sea, O blow, ye winds, over the ocean, And bring back my Bonnie to me. VERSE 3: Last night as I lay on my pillow, Last night as I lay on my bed, Last night as I lay on my pillow, I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead. VERSE 4: The winds have blown over the ocean, The winds have blown over the sea, The winds have blown over the ocean, And bro't back my Bonnie to me. SONG 25: The Last Rose of Summer VERSE 1: "Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming all alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. VERSE 2: I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. VERSE 3: So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love's shining circle The gems drop away; When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones have flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone! SONG 26: Massa's in the Cold Ground VERSE 1: Round de meadows am a-ringing De darkey's mournful song, While de mockingbird am singing, Happy as de day am long. Where de ivy am a-creeping, O'er de grassy mound, Dare old massa am a-sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground. CHORUS: Down in the cornfield Hear dat mournful sound; All de darkeys am a-weeping, Massa's in de cold, cold ground. VERSE 2: When de autumn leaves were falling, When de days were cold, 'Twas hard to hear old Massa calling, Cayse he was so weak and old. Now de orange trees am blooming, On de sandy shore, Now de summer days am coming, Massa nebber calls no more. VERSE 3: Massa made de darkeys love him, Cayse he was so kind, Now dey sadly weep above him, Mourning cayse he leave dem behind. I cannot work before tomorrow, Cayse de teardrop flow; I try to drive away my sorrow, Picking on de old banjo. SONG 27: Good-Night, Ladies VERSE 1: Goodnight, ladies! Goodnight, ladies! Goodnight, ladies! We're going to leave you now. CHORUS: Merrily we roll along, Roll along, roll along, Merrily we roll along, Over the dark blue sea. VERSE 2: Farewell, ladies! Farewell, ladies! Farewell, ladies! We're going to leave you now. VERSE 3: Sweet dreams, ladies! Sweet dreams, ladies! Sweet dreams, ladies! We're going to leave you now. SONG 28: Flag of the Free VERSE 1: Flag of the free, fairest to see, Borne thro' the strife and the thunder of war; Banner so bright, with starry light, Float ever proudly from mountain to shore. Emblem of Freedom, hope to the slave, Spread thy fair folds but to shield and to save, CHORUS: While thro' the sky loud rings the cry, Union and Liberty! one evermore! VERSE 2: Flag of the brave, long may it wave, Chosen of God while His might we adore; In Liberty's van, for manhood of man, Symbol of Right thro' the years passing o'er. Pride of our country, honored afar, Scatter each cloud that would darken a star, SONG 29: Oh, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast VERSE 1: Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, On yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee; Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, Around thee blaw, Thy shield would be my bosom, To share it a', To share it a'. VERSE 2: Oh, were I in the wildest waste, Sae bleak and bare, Sae bleak and bare, The desert were a Paradise If thou wert there, If thou wert there; Or were I monarch of the globe, with thee to reign, with thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, Wad be my queen. SONG 30: Old Black Joe VERSE 1: Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay; Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away; Gone from the earth to a better land, I know, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" CHORUS: I'm coming, I'm coming, For my head is bending low; I hear those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe!" VERSE 2: Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain? Why do I sigh that my friends not come again? Grieving for forms now departed long ago, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" VERSE 3: Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? The children dear that I held upon my knee? Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" SONG 31: Catch the Sunshine VERSE 1: Catch the sunshine! tho' it flickers Thro' a dark and dismal cloud, Tho' it falls so faint and feeble On a heart with sorrow bowed. Catch it quickly! it is passing, Passing rapidly away; It has only come to tell you There is yet a brighter day. VERSE 2: Catch the sunshine! tho' life's tempest May unfurl its chilling blast, Catch the little, hopeful straggler! storms will not forever last. Don't give up, and say "forsaken!" Don't begin to say "I'm sad!" Look! there comes a gleam of sunshine! Catch it! oh, it seems so glad! VERSE 3: Catch the sunshine! don't be grieving O'er that darksome billow there! Life's a sea of stormy billows, We must meet them ev'rywhere. Pass right thro' them! do not tarry, Overcome the heaving tide, There's a sparkling gleam of sunshine Waiting on the other side. SONG 32: Home, Sweet Home VERSE 1: 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. CHORUS: Home, home, sweet, sweet home, There's no place like home, Oh, there's no place like home. VERSE 2: I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child, As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door, Thro' the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. VERSE 3: An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds singing gaily, that came at my call, Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all. SONG 33: Three Blind Mice (Round) Three blind mice, Three blind mice, See how they run, See how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, She cut off their tails with a carving knife; Did ever you see such a thing in your life, As three blind mice? SONG 34: Old Folks at Home VERSE 1: 'Way down upon de Swanee river, Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ever, Dere's wha de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. CHORUS: All de world is sad and dreary, Ev'ry where I roam; Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. VERSE 2: All roun' de little farm I wandered, When I was young; Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing with my brother, Happy was I, Oh! take me to my kind old mother, There let me live and die. VERSE 3: One little hut among de bushes, One that I love, Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, No matter where I rove. When will I see de bees a-humming All roun' de comb? When will I hear de banjo tumming, Down in my good old home? SONG 35: Stars of the Summer Night VERSE 1: Stars of the summer night, Far in yon azure deeps, Hide, hide your golden light, She sleeps, my lady sleeps; She sleeps, She sleeps, my lady sleeps. VERSE 2: Moon of the summer night, Far down yon western steeps, Sink, sink in silver light, She sleeps, my lady sleeps; She sleeps, She sleeps, my lady sleeps. VERSE 3: Dreams of the summer night, Tell her, her lover keeps, Watch while, in slumbers lights, She sleeps, my lady sleeps; She sleeps, She sleeps, my lady sleeps. SONG 36: Comin' Thro' the Rye VERSE 1: If a body meet a body, Comin' thro' the rye, If a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? CHORUS: Ev'ry lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, ha'e I; Yet a' the lads they smile on me, When comin' thro' the rye. VERSE 2: If a body meet a body, Comin' frae the town, If a body greet a body, Need a body frown? VERSE 3: Amang the train there is a swain I dearly love mysel'; But what's his name, or where's his hame, I dinna choose to tell. SONG 37: Auld Lang Syne VERSE 1: Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? CHORUS: For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne. VERSE 2: We twa ha'e run aboot the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wandered mony a weary foot Sin' auld lang syne. VERSE 3: We twa ha'e sported i' the burn Frae mornin' sun till dine, But seas between us braid ha'e roared Sin' auld lang syne. VERSE 4: And here's a hand, my trusty frien', and gie's a hand o' thine; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne. SONG 38: Sweet and Low VERSE 1: Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea; Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea; Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me, While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. VERSE 2: Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west, Under the silver moon. Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. SONG 39: Flow Gently, Sweet Afton VERSE 1: Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes; Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds from the hill, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell, Thou green-crested lap-wing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair. VERSE 2: How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills! There daily I wander, as morn rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow! There oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. VERSE 3: Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides! How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As, gath'ring sweet flow'rets, she stems thy clear wave! Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays: My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. SONG 40: My Old Kentucky Home VERSE 1: The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay; The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day. The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy and bright; By'm-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! CHORUS: Weep no more, my lady, O weep no more today! We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, For the old Kentucky home, far away. VERSE 2: They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, On the meadow, the hill and the shore; They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cabin door. The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! VERSE 3: The head must bow and the back will have to bend, Wherever the darkey may go; A few more days, and the trouble all will end, In the field where the sugarcanes grow; A few more days for to tote the weary load, No matter, 'twill never be light; A few more days till we totter on the road, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! SONG 41: Those Evening Bells VERSE 1: Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells, Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime. VERSE 2: Those joyous hours have passed away; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. VERSE 3: And so 'twill be when I am gone, That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells. SONG 42: When the Swallows Homeward Fly VERSE 1: When the swallows homeward fly, when the roses scattered lie, When from neither hill nor dale Chants the silv'ry nightingale; In these words my bleeding heart Would to thee its grief impart, When I thus thy image lose, Can I, ah, can I e'er know repose, Can I, ah, can I e'er know repose? VERSE 2: When the white swan southward roves, To seek at noon the orange groves, When the red tints of the west Prove the sun has gone to rest; In these words my bleeding heart Would to thee its grief impart, When I thus thy image lose, Can I, ah, can I e'er know repose, Can I, ah, can I e'er know repose? VERSE 3: Hush, my heart! why thus complain? Thou must, too, thy woes contain, Tho' on earth no more we rove, Loudly breathing words of love; Thou, my heart, must find relief, Yielding to these words belief; I shall see thy form again, Though today we part again, Though today we part again. SONG 43: America VERSE 1: My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died! Land of the pilgrims' pride! From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring! VERSE 2: My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills: My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. VERSE 3: Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. VERSE 4: Our fathers' God! to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King! SONG 44: There's Music in the Air VERSE 1: There's music in the air When the infant morn is nigh, And faint its blush is seen On the distant and laughing sky. Many a harp's ecstatic sound, With its thrill of joy profound, While we list, enchanted there, To the music in the air. VERSE 2: There's music in the air When the noontide's sultry beam Reflects a golden light On the distant mountain stream: When beneath some grateful shade, Sorrow's aching head is laid, Sweetly to the spirit there Comes the music in the air. VERSE 3: There's music in the air When twilight's gentle sigh Is lost on evening's breast, As its pensive beauties die. Then, oh, then the loved ones gone Wake the pure celestial song, Angel voices greet us there, In the music in the air. SONG 45: Scotland's Burning (Round) Scotland's burning, Scotland's burning, Look out, look out! Fire, fire, fire, fire! Pour on water, Pour on water. SONG 46: Battle Hymn of the Republic VERSE 1: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on. CHORUS: Glory! glory! Hallelujah! Glory! glory! Hallelujah! Glory! glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. VERSE 2: I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. VERSE 3: I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal." Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. VERSE 4: He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat; O be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. VERSE 5: In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. SONG 47: Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean VERSE 1: O Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty's form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white, and blue; When borne by the red, white, and blue, When borne by the red, white, and blue, Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white, and blue. VERSE 2: When war winged its wide desolation, And threatened the land to deform, The ark then of freedom's foundation, Columbia, rode safe thro' the storm: With the garlands of vict'ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue; The boast of the red, white, and blue, The boast of the red, white, and blue, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue. VERSE 3: The star-spangled banner bring hither, O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave: May the service, united, ne'er sever, But hold to their colors so true; The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white, and blue; Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white, and blue. SONG 48: The Star-Spangled Banner VERSE 1: Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. VERSE 2: On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner: oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. VERSE 3: And where is that band who so vauntingly swore Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. VERSE 4: Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and wild war's desolation; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. SONG 49: The Blue-Bells of Scotland VERSE 1: O where, and O where is your Highland laddie gone? O where, and O where is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the foe, for King George upon the throne; And it's oh! in my heart, how I wish him safe at home! VERSE 2: O where, and O where does your Highland laddie dwell? O where, and O where does your Highland laddie dwell? He dwelt in merry Scotland, at the sign of the Blue-bell; And it's oh! in my heart, that I love my laddie well. VERSE 3: Suppose, and suppose that your Highland lad should die? Suppose, and suppose that your Highland lad should die? The bagpipes shall play o'er him, and I'd lay me down and cry; But it's oh! in my heart that I wish he may not die. SONG 50: Lead, Kindly Light VERSE 1: Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet, I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. VERSE 2: I was not ever thus, not prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but no Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years! VERSE 3: So long Thy pow'r hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost while.

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